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Getting Out of A Charge (Harry/Parvati)
🕑 Added 2022-11-14 17:00:12 +0000 UTCAs he strode into the office, not even the smell of a fresh pot of coffee could perk Harry Potter up. As the Senior Auror on call after hours this week during this busy holiday season, he was the one stuck coming in whenever something big happened that required the oversight of a senior member of the department. It was a Friday night, just an hour shy of midnight, and he was tired. He wanted to be back at the Burrow spending time with his friends and family.
So, despite his reluctance to even be here, he was determined to get this done as soon as possible.
“Pucey!” Harry called out loudly for the Auror who had called him in.
“Sir!”
There he was, that young Auror barely a year out of Hogwarts with cropped brown hair and a crooked nose, standing just outside the corridor which led down towards the temporary holding cells. Harry strode through the office, walking in between the cubicles that held the few Aurors they had on staff overnight, towards the young man.
But, as he neared, Harry did his best to let his displeasure at being called in slide off of his expression. If this was an erroneous call, Pucey was certainly going to hear about it from him, but until then, Harry would treat the situation with all the seriousness that it deserved.
“What’s going on?” Harry asked Pucey as he came to a stop a few feet away from him.
“Smuggling, sir. A huge batch of flying carpets came through a muggle port in Hull. A couple of our boys, Lockwood and Isley, happened upon it while they were out on patrol. They brought in three foreign wizards who were overseeing the transport of them, and the contact they were meeting with in Hull to offload the flying carpets,” Pucey explained. He gestured down the corridor.
Harry bit back a groan. He could already tell why he was called in tonight, and he knew that he was in for a long, headache-inducing night.
Pucey continued speaking. “We’ve got them all in lockup right now, but when we were bringing them in, the woman the three men were meeting with ended up shouting and getting the attention of a clerk from the Department of Magical Transportation. Now their office is clambering down our throats trying to get jurisdiction on the case, as are the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, the Department of International Magical Co-operation, and the Department of Magical Games and Sports. The woman is wicked smart, and its clear that she knows the law here well. She was quoting regulations and statutes to us so quickly that we could barely keep up; all of the other departments were just getting more and more heated at her words and started bickering amongst each other. I managed to get her into seclusion away from the others and put the case on hold until you arrived.”
What a fucking disaster. Four different departments and a sub-office all fighting for jurisdiction over a simple case. Bureaucracy at its finest.
“You did the right thing calling me in,” Harry sighed. “Already, we’d better get on with it. Bring me to them.”
“At once, sir,” Pucey nodded sharply before rounding the corner into the corridor.
Harry followed him down the branching corridor until it split off into nine different corridors.
“The three foreign wizards are down here,” Pucey gestured down the first corridor on the left. “And the woman is on the opposite side in an isolation unit.”
Harry glanced down the left corridor and saw three Auror guards standing in front of each of the occupied cells. Three foreign nationals, huh. That could be tricky. He’d have to bring in the Department of International Magical Co-operation for his interrogation lest he make an accidental misstep. That left the woman.
“Go get Sangster from the Department of International Magical Co-operation,” Harry directed Pucey, knowing that the woman would be in her office for another few hours yet. “She and I will conduct joint interviews with the three foreign wizards, one at a time. In the meantime, I’ll visit this woman. Do you have her name?”
“Yes,” Pucey said, reaching inside of his robes for a scroll of parchment. He pulled off the ribbon that kept it bound and unfurled the parchment. “Parvati Patil,” he said, reading the name off of the sheet.
Parvati? Merlin, Harry hadn’t seen her in years. After the war and the death of her best friend Lavender, she’d practically fallen off the face of the map. What had she gotten herself caught up in here?
Harry took the offered parchment from Pucey. “I’ll handle her first. Give me at least an hour or so to question her before the interrogations with Sangster.”
“Yes, sir!”
Harry turned, leaving Pucey behind to coordinate things while he handled his old schoolmate directly. He strode down the rightmost corridor and rounded the corner to find two Aurors stationed in front of a cell. Like all of the temporary holding cells in the Auror Department, this one had a clear glass window that could only be seen through from the outside. The two Aurors were stood on either side of the cell, curiously peering in at the brown-skinned woman who was sitting on the lone bench in the cell.
Parvati Patil was much like Harry remembered. The bold, bubbly woman was lounging back on the bench, seemingly without a care in the world. She had this self-satisfied smile on her lips as her eyes vacantly scanned the wall beside her, looking at all of the cracks and marks that had accumulated in it over the years. She was wearing a muggle outfit: a button-up orange and white, plaid shirt and black jeans. Her hair was long and wavy, resting over both of her shoulders. She looked good for a woman who had turned into an alleged smuggler. Most of the criminals that came through the office were in various states of disarray, but Parvati could easily be mistaken for a muggle out on a day in town with her friends.
Looking at each of the two Aurors in turn, Harry sharply jerked his head back the way he came. “You two can go. I’ll get you when I’m done with Miss Patil.”
“Sir,” the two young Aurors both nodded and left promptly, leaving Harry alone with Parvati.
Not wanting to drag out what was sure to be a long night even further, Harry tapped the tip of his wand against the glass wall. It dissolved at his touch, allowing him to step inside. Harry gave a second, sharp tap with his wand, keeping the cell wall open.
“Miss Patil,” Harry dipped his head lightly in greeting.
Parvati’s eyes widened for just a fraction of a second. “Harry!” She exclaimed. “Are you here to release me?”
“Release a woman who was caught smuggling illegal artefacts into the country? I don’t think so,” Harry replied.
Visible annoyance bristled over Parvati’s face. “If you were at all familiar with it, you’d know that section 17, subsection 6 of the Department of Magical Transportation rulebook states that-”
“Miss Patil, I can assure you that I know the regulations just as well as anyone from the Department of Magical Transportation,” Harry interjected. “And I am well aware of the line you are about to quote, but you’ll find that it is superseded by sections 32 through to 35 of the Department of International Magical Co-operation rulebook. And yet, I can’t help but feel as though you knew that too.”
Parvati didn’t bother to respond, but Harry could see the look of triumph in her eyes. She was more clever than he had expected. She was clearly stalling for time, causing a giant mess at the Ministry, but for what? Or was there some sort of loophole in the law she intended to exploit? Wear down the Aurors before giving them an easy way to get rid of her . . . yes, that seems like a reasonable course of action she’d take. But how was she going to do it?
“In any case, I’d ask that you relate to me exactly why you were at a muggle port in Hull meeting with these three foreign wizards.” Harry sat down on the opposite end of the bench from Parvati, who looked put out that she had to move her feet off of it to accommodate him.
“I was simply out and about with some of my friends,” Parvati shrugged. “Muggle friends.”
“How convenient.”
“Believe it or not, Auror Potter. I happened upon these men and was curious as to what they were offloading, given its obvious magical nature,” Parvati explained.
“Then why are the three wizards claiming that you were their contact that they were supposed to meet to deliver the flying carpets to?” Harry lied. The three men hadn’t confessed anything of the sort, at least, not as far as he was aware, but Pucey had outlined the case relatively clearly. Harry couldn’t be far off the mark with his lie.
“Obviously they’re trying to pin the blame on someone else,” Parvati waved him off.
“And you’re sure that that’s what we’ll hear from them after we question them with veritaserum in . . .” Harry paused for dramatic effect, pulling out his pocket watch and glancing at the time. “Forty-seven minutes?”
Ah, now that got a reaction. It was just a little twitch above her left eye, but it was enough to give her away. Harry could practically sense her mind working overtime on how she was going to get out of this.
Suddenly, Parvati’s entire demeanor made a sharp turn. Gone were the annoyance and innocent act. Instead, Parvati sat up straight and scooted down the bench a little closer to Harry. She was all smiles now, looking at him like he’d seen so many other witches look at him before.
“I think we can come to something of an arrangement, don’t you?” Parvati asked with a beautiful smile on her lips as she ran her fingers up and down the front of Harry’s trousers.
She was good, he’d give her that. She knew just the right way to tilt her head, to curl her lips, and to arch her back to make herself look like a thing of perfection. Someone who you’d want to spend some private time with or, at the very least, hear out.
“I think the Department of Magical Transportation would have my head if I let this case slip by them,” Harry pointed out. “And not to mention what my boss would have to say on the matter.”
“You don’t have to drop the case,” Parvati countered. “You only have to explain away my presence in it. Say that I am an informant of yours, someone you recruited to help you on your case. You Aurors have leeway in deputizing citizens like that, don’t you?”
“We do,” Harry admitted.
Parvati clapped her hands together. “That’s perfect then. Let those three fools take the fall, and then we can work out what I can do for you in return.”
“And am I to expect that you won’t go back to smuggling after all this?” Harry asked, pointedly ignoring her insinuation at the end there.
“I promise you won’t ever see me smuggling again,” Parvati gave an innocent smile.
“That’s not quite what I asked.”
“But its the best you’re going to get out of me.” Parvati sighed lightly. “Look, you know as well as I do that the Department of Magical Transportation is practically archaic in its rules and regulations, and racist in its practices. The only reason they refuse entry of magical carpets is because it would interfere with the sale of broomsticks in Britain. After all, why would you buy four broomsticks for a family of four when a single magic carpet would work just as well? They protect the local manufacturers and spread racist propaganda about the dangers of ‘foreign made goods.’ It’s ridiculous.”
“Be that as it may,” Harry conceded, unwilling to argue the point. “Its still the law.”
“Do you truly believe that the law is always right and in the best interest of Britain’s people?” Parvati asked.
No. No he did not. There were plenty of instances of loopholes that allowed criminals to walk away freely, old laws that punished people for silly crimes, or simply malicious laws designed to clamp down on supposed inappropriate behaviour. Harry had come across dozens of instances over the years of laws that made no practical sense, but he was still expected to uphold them.
“Look, what I’m allegedly doing isn’t hurting anyone. The magical carpets are directly from the largest manufacturer in India. They are safe and certified by experts; it’s only because its not British made or certified by British experts that it isn’t allowed here. Trust me when I say that this isn’t a case worth pursuing. Even if you see it through, all you’ll be doing is taking down a handful of people who just want to be allowed to fly through the skies in a manner they see fit. Surely there are actual criminals more worthwhile of pursuing,” Parvati pushed.
“And those three men you came in with, what about them?” Harry asked.
“They’re a part of a black market network that stretches throughout Europe and into parts of Asia and Africa,” Parvati explained. “I’m sure they’ve done far less scrupulous things that is deserving of jail time. Let the Department of International Magical Co-operation handle them, and see that I’m released. It’ll mean a short night for you, once less headache to deal with in the following days, if not weeks, and a mutually pleasurable time for the both of us.”
Parvati’s hand trailed back down across his crotch. “You seriously think this is going to work on me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at Parvati.”
Parvati cocked her head to the side. “I think you want to see what I have under my clothes. I think you want a taste of me. I think you want to shag me.”
He did; Harry couldn’t deny that. It had been so long since he’d seen Parvati, and she was more beautiful than he remembered. She was right; this case is a waste of time and resources. He could pass off the three wizards to the other departments and let them fight over them, but, due to her status as a British citizen, he’d have to be the one to oversee Parvati’s case himself. Given the trouble she’d already caused, Harry had no doubt that she’d make processing her more painful than it needed to be. And for what? To stop a few flying carpets from entering Britain? That didn’t matter compared to tracking down the remaining Death Eaters who were still on the run and cracking down on the various nefarious forces that still lurked in Britain.
Besides, it was the holidays, and he wanted to be with his friends and family. But a quick shag before hand couldn’t hurt. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but he just needed to be sure.
“I’ll let you off with a warning,” Harry sighed.
Parvati perked up. “Really? Oh, Harry, thank you!” She threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Her lips brushed across his ear. “Should we go somewhere more private now.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Harry rolled his eyes.
Parvati pulled away with a pout on her lips. “Obviously I don’t need to,” she said with a little heat in her voice. “Honestly, Harry, did you think that I’d just offer myself up to anyone.”
No, he didn’t. But he just wanted to be certain.
“Alright then,” Harry nodded. “Stand up.”
Parvati did so, batting her eyelashes at Harry as he got to his feet as well.
“Turn around,” Harry ordered her. “Hands behind your back.”
Parvati’s smile turned into a grin as she spun around and placed both of her arms behind her back. Harry stepped forward and brought them together before pulling out his wand. “Accio,” he muttered, and a pair of magical binders came soaring into the room. As soon as Harry snatched them out of the air and put them near Parvati’s wrists, the binders leapt out of his hands and bound Parvati’s wrists together.
“Kinky,” Parvati winked at Harry over her shoulder before letting out a little laugh. “I like it.”
“Come on,” Harry said, grabbing her arm and gently pushing her forward.
Harry led Parvati out of her cell, making sure to seal it up behind him, and returned back into the central room that connected the various corridors that held the temporary holding cells. The two Aurors he had dismissed earlier were waiting there. “You two can head on back to your desks. I’ll come by to explain after I’ve finished filing out a few documents with Miss Patil here,” Harry told them.
The two Aurors both looked on curiously, but they had enough sense not to question the Senior Auror in front of someone else. “Sir,” they both nodded sharply before leaving towards the office.
“What are you going to tell them?” Parvati asked curiously.
“The idea you had before, about you being an informant,” Harry answered. “It was a good plan; one that will hold up under scrutiny. We will need to fill out a few documents in my office to make it official though.”
“Lead on.” Parvati’s sultry voice left no room for interpretation as to why she sounded so eager.
Harry led Parvati back through the corridors into the main Auror Office. Just as before, it was sparsely populated with only a handful of Aurors working at their cubicles. Luckily for Harry, as a Senior Auror, he had an entire private office to himself. He walked in between the cubicles towards the back of the room where all of the private offices lay. He stepped into his and closed the door behind him.
There wasn’t much to his office, just a large desk, various filing cabinets, a couple of Ministry-approved portraits on the wall, and some relevant books and scrolls on laws and cases. He had a plush armchair behind his desk and three smaller chairs in front of it for any visitors. As usual, the surface of his desk was a mess with various reports, notes, and letters strewn about.
Harry let go of Parvati for a moment to go over to a small panel beside his door. With a couple taps of his wand in specific locations, he applied the standard soundproofing, scrying, and privacy wards that all offices held. It would prevent anyone from overhearing what went on inside of the room or from peering in through one of the various windows, which were now fully opaque.
“So, what are you going to do to me-” Parvati let out a squeal as Harry suddenly shoved her towards his desk. With her hands tied behind her back, she had no way of bracing herself as her hips hit the edge of his desk, and she ended up flopping on top of the pile of parchment and reports.
Harry was on her in an instant, pressing his erection up against her ass. Parvati had such a wonderful ass: two round globes of flesh that protruded nicely. Her tight, black jeans only served to highlight it. “I’m going to fuck you over my desk,” Harry murmured huskily into her ear as he bore down on top of her. He used his weight to force her torso down, squishing her tits against his desk.
“Oh, Auror Potter,” Parvati giggled as she wriggled her ass against his crotch. “I never knew you could be so forward like this.” She twisted her neck to be able to look back at him out of the corner of her eye. What Harry saw was pure, unbridled lust staring back at him. “I like it,” she moaned.
Parvati’s words sent a rush through Harry, and it urged him on forward. Keeping her pinned to his desk with his weight, Harry’s hands snaked around her waist to the front of her jeans. His fingers fumbled around for a moment before they finally unbuttoned Parvati’s jeans and tugged down the zipper.
Harry didn’t pull Parvati’s jeans too far down; he gave a couple sharp tugs to drop them to her mid thigh. Then, her cotton panties were next. He pulled them down too, much to the approval of Parvati who practically purred as his hands ran down her smooth thighs.
As much as he loved having Parvati pinned down beneath him like this, Harry needed to get up for just a brief moment to get his cock out. With one final shove down, Harry pushed himself off of Parvati and immediately started shedding his outer robes as he unabashedly stared at her bare behind. Parvati’s bare pussy stared back at him. Any hint of her pink pussy was hidden due to her folds covering her up since her legs were practically together. Her ass stuck out wonderfully, all full and perky, just as Harry knew it would. Her brown skin was luxurious and smooth and just begged to be touched.
Parvati was staring over her shoulder at Harry as he stepped out of his inner robes. He didn’t get completely naked as he remained in his trousers and button-up shirt. Her eyes greedily drank in the sight of him as he undid his zipper, reached inside of his trousers, and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock. “Fuck,” Parvati moaned at the sight of his large cock, biting her lower lip as she went. Her pussy was on the verge of dripping from all the moisture that was building up in between her folds.
“You know, I wonder if you wanted to be caught,” Harry said casually as he stepped closer to Parvati. He moved forward until his erection pressed up in between her plump ass cheeks as he was able to place his hands on either side of her on his desk. “Maybe you hoped you’d end up in a situation like this: bent over a desk, about to be fucked by an Auror in order to go free. Is this what gets you off?”
Parvati shivered in delight at his words, and her fiery eyes stared back at him. “You caught me,” she said quietly. She was rubbing her thighs together, giving Harry the added benefit of her ass cheeks rubbing up and down his cock. “I wanted this. I wanted to be here with you.”
“You’re just a fucking whore,” Harry told her.
“I am,” Parvati moaned.
“If I had known you were like this, I’d have fucked you back in Hogwarts years ago,” Harry said, pulling his hips back slightly so that he could angle his cock just right.
“I’d have fucked you anytime and anywhere you wanted,” Parvati admitted. “I used to masturbate to the thought of you taking me behind the greenhouses.”
Merlin, all of this dirty talk was getting Harry so hot and bothered. His cock was twitching in his hand, begging to be stuck inside of this gorgeous woman in front of him.
“Well, you don’t have to dream about it any longer,” Harry said as he placed the head of his cock against Parvati’s entrance. He rubbed his head up and down along her lips, coating it in her juices and making it slick enough to push inside of her tight canal. It took a little extra push at the start since her legs were together, tightening up her pussy even more than it already was, but he still managed to shove his cock halfway inside of her in a single thrust.
“Ah!” Parvati screamed as Harry entered her. Her hands grabbed onto the far edge of his desk, holding on as she instinctively pushed her ass back to take even more of his cock inside of her. Harry obliged, finishing the job as he met her push with one of his own. He stared down at where their bodies met, watching as his cock slipped further and further inside of Parvati’s depths until he was sheathed down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he felt just how hot and tight Parvati was around him. He bore down on her again, pressing his chest to her back and pinning her against his desk. She felt incredible around him, and he knew that she felt just as wonderful from the little mewling moans she was letting out.
“You’re so big,” Parvati said breathlessly. “I can’t believe you made it in. Merlin, I feel so full.”
Feeling how wet and tight Parvati’s pussy was around him, Harry couldn’t wait any longer to start pounding into her. He rocked his hips against her before pulling back and quickly slamming into her again.
A scream of pleasure tore through Parvati’s throat as Harry’s cock filled her up again. Her body jumped underneath Harry’s but he kept her pinned down on his desk. Parvati’s sounds and movement only egged Harry on further as he pistoned his cock in and out of Parvati over and over again.
Suddenly, as Harry made another thrust, his desk slid a few inches forward on the carpeted floor. Parvati stayed on top of it, but Harry was forced to reposition his feet to be able to keep fucking Parvati at the rapid pace he was setting. Every few seconds, the desk would jump forward again from a particularly powerful thrust.
As the desk hit the back wall of Harry’s office, he knew that he was free to pound Parvati’s quivering pussy as hard as he wanted. One of his hands came up to grab Parvati’s neck. “Yes,” she hissed quietly as his fingers wrapped around her throat. Harry was careful to apply pressure more towards the sides of her neck rather than directly on her windpipe as he held her in place and fucked her.
Harry buried his face in Parvati’s dark locks as his hips smacked against her ass. Her pussy was trembling around his cock, and he knew that it was a sign that she was close to cumming even though they had barely been going at it for more than a couple of minutes. Each time he squeezed her throat, her pussy would strangle his cock not half a second later. Her body was responding just the way he wanted, and her moans were getting louder and louder as she lost herself to the pleasure she was feeling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Parvati screamed before letting out a throaty growl. Her hands came back to her ass where she spread her cheeks apart, trying to let Harry shove every single inch of his cock inside of her. “You feel so fucking good!”
With an earth-shattering scream, Parvati came around Harry’s cock. Harry nearly got thrown off of her as he was caught off guard by how strong her orgasm was. With her jeans around her knees, Parvati could only twist her legs together awkwardly as she writhed on top of the desk; even Harry’s weight on top of her back wasn’t enough to keep her still. She bucked against him as her pussy spasmed around his cock uncontrollably. Harry just kept his cock rammed deep inside of her as he tried to hold her close to him.
Eventually, Parvati sucked in a deep breath of air. “Oh, Merlin,” she gasped, trying desperately to catch her breath. “That was-”
“We’re not done yet,” Harry groaned. The feeling of her cumming around his cock had been incredible, and he wanted to cum inside of her.
Releasing her neck, Harry reached down and hooked his arms around Parvati’s legs. In one awkward motion, he spun her around on his cock so that she rolled over onto her back on the desk. Her flushed, breathless face watched him as he placed both of her legs up against one of his shoulders and carefully arranged her so that her ass was just barely hanging off of the edge of the desk.
“Hands on the wall above your head,” Harry ordered Parvati. “You don’t want to take a blow to the head when I’m fucking you.”
Parvati did just that, reaching above her head to brace herself. As she was moving into position, Harry reached down with one hand and pawed at her top. He yanked open her plaid button-up shirt, revealing her bra-clad chest. Parvati never did have the biggest breasts out of the girls in their year, but Harry just knew that they’d be perky and fit wonderfully into his hand as he fucked her.
Once Parvati was settled, Harry started to fuck her again. He leaned forward slightly, pushing her thighs back past the 90 degree angle that they had been at so that he could really plow into her pussy. Her sopping wet lips greedily accepted his cock with every thrust he made, and Parvati started letting out moans of delight again.
Harry reached one hand into Parvati’s bra and grabbed her breast in his hand. He kneaded it in his hand, being a little bit rough with it as he pinched her nipple. Parvati squirmed and let out little gasps of pleasure.
“After this, you’re going to wait back at my flat,” Harry told Parvati.
“Yes,” she declared loudly as Harry rammed his cock deep inside of her. From the look on her face, he swore that he could get her to agree to anything right now.
“I won’t be back for a few hours, but I expect you to be waiting for me naked by the floo,” Harry said. “You’ll do this every evening for the next week, and then we’ll decide if you’ve done enough to earn your way out of this mess.”
Parvati’s pussy clenched around him again. “Of course, Auror Potter,” she cried out his name like it was a blessing. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”
Merlin, the power he felt at this moment was intoxicating. “Good,” Harry groaned, slamming into her pussy again. His cock was pulsing, and he was so close to-
A sudden pulse of pleasure hit Harry and he started working his hips into overdrive. He rammed his cock in and out of her again and again until he finally spilt his seed inside of her. It was an overwhelming torrent of pleasure that overtook his mind as he buried himself deep inside of Parvati and shot spurt after spurt of cum into her.
As the last bit of pleasure faded from Harry’s cock, he roughly pushed Parvati’s legs to the side, twisting her lower half so that her legs were parallel with the surface of his desk, and leaned down and kissed her deeply. Parvati moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, her hands coming up to hold his head.
After several moments, Harry pulled away and slipped his cock out of Parvati’s pussy. It was wet, coated with her juices, and he could see his cum starting to drip out of her pussy and onto her ass.
“Take my private floo,” Harry instructed as he walked over to his discarded robes. He picked them up and reached in for a handkerchief which he used to clean his cock with.
Parvati got to her feet on unsteady legs. She pulled up her jeans and panties and fixed her shirt before heading over to the waiting fireplace. She looked over her shoulder at Harry with a hungry expression on her face. “I’ll be waiting. Just be ready to give me another repeat performance of whatever this just was, and I’ll be happy to be waiting by your floo every night.”
